I’ve seen that look.
I know what they look like,
Rising to the surface to take a breath.
And they look…
Just. Like. You.
Claw the dirt, inch by petrifying inch…
Digging yourself out of the grave you stepped into.
Scrape the skin, flesh by undying flesh…
To clean the tracks of a world weary mind.
Lie down and soak up the earth that owns you.
Rest in pieces…Rest in peace.
Life is but a dash between the beginning and the end.
It is that line we cleave so desperately.
Like the next delicious taste of oxygen…
For when the vision fades,
There is no reviving.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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Claustrophobic feeling to this--GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!! Terrifying in implication, and heartstopping because your truth is spot on--JAYS!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(